Nothing

Torn out from the womb of light Born unto the arms of night Forged in fire The air is thick with a crimson god Crushed by fear I toil in filth and flay thine kin Black my mouth Skies are boiling tides of faces And I wade through a lifetime of agony, but I will carve my bones in the passage of naught Vile, withered Dragged from the lake Blind coward, pray for the flames Neither living nor dead Cold nor fucking warm I have covered myself in fear Just to wake in the hall of nothing Torn out from the womb of light Born unto the arms of night We burn